An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I
could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.
He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell
asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him
out.
The next day he was back, resumed his position in the
hall, and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks.
Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every
afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."
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